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Friday 17 October 2014

Love Cacophony

She burned fully and freely
Giving all, taking all
She burned freely and fully
It was easy. She simply could.

She swayed and crackled
Unmindful of the gathering storm
She whipped, turned, burst, drew
The storm grew in spite of her.

He rained down, fully and freely
Drenching all, sparing none
He rained down, freely and fully
It was easy. He simply could.

He watched the flame
Who swayed and crackled
He watched the flame dance and whirl
He wanted the flame. He simply did.

They met with a lusty collision
That shook a god's throne and made him roar
Light zigged and the sky boomed
It was cacophony. Love cacophony.

The flame grew into an inferno
That couldn't be quenched
The flame grew with the storm
Which couldn't be vapour at all.

And the world groaned and the children cried
As they met and destroyed the crust,  mantle
And the world cried and the children groaned
They were so very close to the core.

But the flame flickered, softened.
And suddenly shrank
And shrivelled weakly, palely
And shrank and shrank and shrank.

He howled with pain
The horizon screamed with noise and light
He bellowed with grief
And the sky spilt, again and again and again.

But the flame shrank, the dance done
And the flame shrank and the flame sighed
It burned sweetly, today once more
And the flame shrank and the flame died.

They cowered beneath the shelter
The children, the mother, the family
They waited for hell and heaven and the gods and him
They waited to die.

Nothing burned and nothing soaked
She was gone and he went with her
He never rained, never again
He left, with her last sigh.

Now the world groaned and the children cried
They raged for a different reason.
They lived because of noise and light
And force and colour and her and him.

But now, cracks along wounded crust
Stinking carcass and rotten breath
Now, just vast brown and vast blank empty

Empty, empty, empty, empty...

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